- Messages
- 3,744
- OOC First Name
- Maia
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Engaged
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- 12 and a half inches willow with unicorn hair
- Age
- 5/2015
Sara was quite happy with herself so far this year. She'd renewed contact with Willow, Stefan and Jake, and made a new friend-Dante-who she was getting along with very well, even if he was a complete flirt. She was going to the Yule Ball with Jake, which made her extremely happy. She liked Jake a lot, and she felt this was a step forward.. She'd already chosen her dress, it was floor-length, and she felt good when she was wearing. She liked to feel that way.
At the moment, she was sitting in the courtyard, a book open in her lap. She was almost finished, just a few pages to go, the climax had been reached, everything was just finishing up now. It was Inheritance by Christopher Paolini. She'd been talking to Dante about the series, and she'd finally managed to track down the fourth book. She was very happy with it. She slowly turned the last page, and shut the covers together gently. Then she lay her head against the stone of the wall she was sitting against. Imagining herself in that world. She always did that when she finished a book. Somehow that other world had always seemed so much more esciting than her own. She had always wished for the magic, that had changed now, she had magic, and she felt as though she was living in one of her favourite books half the time.
At the moment, she was sitting in the courtyard, a book open in her lap. She was almost finished, just a few pages to go, the climax had been reached, everything was just finishing up now. It was Inheritance by Christopher Paolini. She'd been talking to Dante about the series, and she'd finally managed to track down the fourth book. She was very happy with it. She slowly turned the last page, and shut the covers together gently. Then she lay her head against the stone of the wall she was sitting against. Imagining herself in that world. She always did that when she finished a book. Somehow that other world had always seemed so much more esciting than her own. She had always wished for the magic, that had changed now, she had magic, and she felt as though she was living in one of her favourite books half the time.